Vigoratus had been sulking around the hospital wing. He was a healer, he could help people here. When he noticed someone bring someone else in, he watched interestedly. He had been about to go over, when others came. Not wanting to interrupt them, Vigoratus waited. Once they had left, he went over. Looking at the girl on the bed, Vigoratus quickly assessed her. She was unconscious, but it didn't seem like anything he couldn't heal. He'd fixed worse.
Leaning over the girl, Vigoratus placed one hand at the base of her neck, and the other on her forhead. Then he closed his eyes, and concentrated. Two things happened. First, blue sparks began scurrying down his fingers, and onto the girl. They moved about, tending to her various injuries. Secondly, a golden light shone from his hands. It spread until it covered the girl. Then it sankn into her skin, leaving her glowing faintly. It would heal anything that ran deeper, such as internal injuries, and probably vent some toxins from her system.
Vigoratus collapsed into a chair by the girl's bed and waited. He felt exhausted, but he had been in a far worse state before. Like with my friend, Vigoratus thought, struggling to remain awake, He just about killed me. But I almost killed him, so we are even.. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, Vigoratus battled with the desire to sleep. He had to stay awake, to see how this girl was.
